“Okay, you and I can sort a time to get this done if you like. When is the wedding?”
“February next year.”
“Plenty of time to decide.” I get out of my seat. “Would you like another drink?”
“Yes, please.”
I take her glass from her and make my way into the kitchen where Jake is standing alone. Reaching for the bottle, his hand slides over mine. The heat shared between us burns like an out-of-control wildfire; full of promise.
“Another wine?” he asks.
“Yup. I offered to get Sasha one too. Guess what. She wants to become a client of mine,” I gush.
He smiles. “That’s fantastic.”
“It’s definitely something to celebrate.” I pour one glass, then proceed to pour the other.
“Stephanie,” he growls. His grip tightens on my hand as his other hand slides around my back. “I’m warning you not to have another drink.”
“While I’m delighted you care so much, Jake, I’m going to have another glass of wine and celebrate this engagement because I’m a grown-assed woman and will do what I want. I am just family to you,” I hiss.
“That’s what you’re mad about? Steph, I meant to Toby and Sasha that you are family. Not to me,” he replies.
“Then what am I to you, exactly?”
Without words, he steps in behind me. I can feel the bulge of his cock protruding from his pants as he presses it against my ass. I push my own hips back and gently lift my hips up and down. This movement earns me a light pat to my thigh, his version of a warning to stop.
“The thoughts I’ve been having about you lately, sugar, have definitely not been sisterly in the least. They’ve been rather about what lingerie I’d like you to wear, or how I want you tied to my bed. Now, I’m telling you, no more drinking.” He slides his hand down to the hem of my dress, his fingertips gliding upwards. My breathing hitches as he glides his fingertips up and down my thigh. I try to grind my hips against his hand, hoping to get the pleasure I crave.
“Jake, we need to stop. Someone will see.”
“Then promise me here and now that this will be your last drink and I swear I will finish what I started.” His fingers slide up higher and higher until they meet the elastic of my panties. His fingers slide over the flimsy material, not exactly touching me; it’s a tease.
“Yes. Fuck it, yes. This will be my last drink.”
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I pick up the bottle with shaking hands and pour myself another glass of wine as he pops open the top to another beer.
“Another thing about tonight...I’m in charge,” he says.
“Will I need a safe word?” I ask as he takes a sip of his drink.
His eyes bulge out of his head as he begins to choke on his mouthful of beer.
I walk away without a response, looking over my shoulder at him and find that he’s watching me with a hungry gaze.
I’m going to be his meal tonight.
The rest of the evening goes smoothly. Toby and Sasha open their gifts, one of which is a two-night stay in a hotel from Aria and Simon. I glance at Jake, who is looking at me with a knowing grin.
Looks like he’s fulfilling his end of the bargain too.
Everyone starts to leave, and I offer to stick around to help clean up the mess our group has made.
“Stephanie,” Jake calls from above me. I finish drying my hands on the tea towel and hang it on the oven door. Turning around, I don’t see him in the living room. “Up here.” Glancing upwards I find him leaning on the bannister, watching me.
“Come here,” he demands.
I follow his command automatically and ascend the stairs up to the top level.
“Do you remember what I said about being in charge tonight?” he asks, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “I want to promise you here and now that nothing will be done to or with you that you don’t want to happen.”
I step towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What if I want you to make love to me?”
“I can do that. Is there anything else my lady requests?” he asks, leaning down, his teeth nibbling lightly on my earlobe.
I groan, then add, “For god’s sake, stop all this talking and let’s get naked.”
He chuckles, lifting me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He tightens his grip on my body as he carries me down the hallway to his bedroom. My shoes land on the floor in a clatter. I’m grateful neither Toby nor Sasha are here to hear what we are about to do.
“When we get into my room, I want that dress on the floor but leave the shoes.”
“Whoops, they’ve already come off.” I giggle.
“Damn it. I wanted to fuck you wearing them. Oh well, the night is still young.”
Yes, it is, and tonight all my sexy dreams are finally going to come true.
Chapter Eight
Stephanie
He lowers me to the floor, and I take in the changes to his room.
He’s repainted the walls to a pale grey, the is wardrobe immaculately clean, where Aria would have had it a mess. There’s no bookshelves or books scattering the room; it’s rather simple and tidy.
Turning to the bedspread, it’s black with a shiny gold pattern crossing it, and black sheets lay beneath. It’s appealing in colour, sexy. Images flow through my mind of the things he’ll do to me in this bed.
I feel him step up behind me, his hands running up my arms.
“I thought I gave you an order,” he says, his lips skimming the bare skin upon my shoulders. His warm breath washes over me, making me moan in delight. He slides his fingertips beneath the straps of my dress, and slides them down my shoulders, stopping just below my breasts. My nipples harden as the cool air licks them. His hands gently rub my mounds.
“I wanted to bury my head between these yesterday,” he growls in my ear. I lift my hand behind his head, running my fingers through his hair. He pushes my dress lower, flattening his hands out on my stomach. His fingers rub over the material of my panties.
“How’d you know I love lace?” he asks.
“I didn’t wear it for you. I wore it to make me feel sexy.”
“You are sexy, sugar.” He spins me around, my dress twisting at my feet. He slides an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, then lowers his lips to mine in a devouring kiss. His mouth claims mine, and my body responds to him. I grip his shirt in my hands and pull it up over his head. He pulls out of our kiss, helping me to remove the garment with a laugh as I tickle him lightly. I press my lips just below his neck, placing gentle kisses upon his chest, and I slide my hands down over his stomach, touching every single ab in my wake.
Clasping his jeans in my hand, I pop open the button, then pull the zip down and push my hand between the material of his jeans and boxers. Palming his long, thick cock, I lower myself to my knees in front of him and look up. Tugging his jeans and boxers down around his legs, I free his cock.
I bite my lip as I get a look at him. Holy fucking god. He’s huge! Rubbing my palm down his glorious length as I glance up at him, his face is completely relaxed, and his eyes twinkle and stares at me.
“Can I suck it?” I ask, feeling his cock thicken.